𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔. 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

˚◞♡ ⃗❀﹐' ੈ˚ ★
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.

        Wiping the blood from her nose, she spat to the side. Her panting breaths in the new spring was all she could hear, the cherry blossoms that were littered around them went from a vibrant pink to a bloody red and all she could see were the bodies that she'd managed to knock down in a swift ten minutes——— which she counted as a new record.

Silver orbs darted around, counting the bodies. 'Eight...nine...ten...eleven, twelve, thirteen...that's not bad,' she thought to herself, a triumphant grin appearing on her dry lips as she stood amongst the men that had dared to even try and bother her friend.

There was a faint taste of blood in her mouth, but it was no foreign taste nor feeling. Lately, she'd begun to relish in the taste of it——— odd, but it's what she'd known all her life and what's she's gotten used to. 

"You seem rather proud,"

Turning at the sound of her friend, Yukimura Jun gazed into worried gold that shined brighter than any sun she was familiar with. Shrugging nonchalantly, she scratched at the side of her neck where the flower tattoo she had gotten impulsively was, her fingers gently brushed past the hair that was growing downward at the nape of her neck. "You're alright, so I'm okay with it," was her simple response, and one that Tachibana Kotoha had heard one too many times.

Sighing, Kotoha placed her hands on her hips, looking like a mother ready to scold her child for something; ironic, seeing as Jun was two years older than the other girl. "Look at you, you're all bruised now," motioned Kotoha, but as always, Jun never paid attention to any of the so called 'injuries' she had received.

In her opinion, it was hard to even call them injuries.

Were those soft punches supposed to have caused her purple bruises that were going to haunt her for a period of time? She could barely even feel the pain anymore, instead the feeling was replaced with disappointment over fighting people that could barely even keep up with her, just one person.

Her expression turned neutral, but there was a slight downward curve on her lips that wasn't hard to miss. Not to mention the furrow of her brows as well, in Kotoha's opinion, Jun was an easy book to read once her pages began fluttering open.

Deadpanning, Kotoha stared at her. "Don't tell me you're pouting from the fight? You even got a nosebleed," pointed out the younger girl, unzipping her red satchel to grab a packet of tissues she always carried for situations like this.

"That's because I was hoping for a fun fight," spoke Jun truthfully, making Kotoha even more unimpressed. The fact that she didn't earn a punch to the face and instead the nosebleed come from her own excitement had her wondering how Jun was even human, then again, there were other people like her too.

Lightly patting the tissue on the dried blood, Kotoha began wiping it. "At this point, you're better off at Furin aren't you?" suggested Kotoha, finding it amusing the way her nose scrunched up in response.

"I don't want to offend you, Kotoha, but that's the worst thing you could have told me all day," huffed Jun, taking the tissue from Kotoha to begin wiping her own blood as they began walking through the town they lived in.

Giggling in response, Kotoha merely smiled, knowing there was no more words that needed to be exchanged. Turning at the sound of their names being called, Kotoha greeted the old couple that ran the flower shop and Jun nodded in response, before they were shoving a plant into her arms.

Her cheeks flushed with pink, and all she could hear was their laughter mixing as one at her reaction. "Th-Thank you," she stuttered through embarrassment, bowing towards the nice old couple. 'I think he would like these...' thought Jun, eyeing the plant even closer now.

The sounds of people greeting her never got old, though it still wasn't a sound she was entirely used to yet, Jun began to agree that hearing them greet her and thank was indeed good food for the heart. It made her forget all her troubles——— it gave her a new reason to fight.

Makochi wasn't a popular town, not many tourists would come, but they were welcomed with warm people——— and it was because of these people that made the town so special. Sure, it was small, but a lot of good things came in small packages, snd Makochi was one of those. Warm people that helped one another no matter, wonderful shops full of pretty souvenirs, mouth-watering food like pastries or even stunning clothes store and best of all, an elite gust of wind that blew away any intruder that had dared to even hurt the town or the people. 

Perking up at the sound of the wind chimes, Jun looked upwards and towards the sound. Closing her eyes, she allowed the serene winds to take her away into a land of nothing but tranquility.

If there was one thing she knew and was sure of, it was that she would never change anything about Makochi, and that she'd fight for it until her last breath.

˚◞♡ ⃗❀﹐' ੈ˚ ★
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